PROMPT: I want to sit in the gym locker room after basketball practice late one night and have the cute, twink patiently and lovingly suck my cock. I want him to be a long-time distant associate from back in highschool and maybe even the victim of a little gentle teasing and bullying. We both got accepted to the same top-ranked college - him for his brain and me for being a model student athlete. Knowing that we have that pre-existing bond just gives him all the more reason to try to smooth things over. What I dont know is that he's been secretly in love with me for a long time. He doesnt just want to be friends but he's not sure what that'd look like. He knows Im straight but he'll do whatever it takes. In this scene, he sucks my cock to show what our relationship could have always been - what I've been missing out on - and as an offer for things to be better as we trailblaze a new relationship in college.

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I barge through the locker room door after some hard solo practice late at night. I practically leap out of my horrendously sweaty clothes and slide in front of the shower even before the water warms up. My body is so hot, I cant even feel how cold the water is. Little by little my aching body starts to relax and settle, and for whatever reason, all the blood flows into my dick. My cock swells up nice and fat. The water streaming off of my body follows my thick veins and flows down my extended shaft. I just keep getting bigger and longer. It feels nice to have the blood anywhere else other than pounding in my ears from all the running. It also doesnt hurt to feel a little impressed by your own log of a dick from time to time either. It's moments like this that makes me wanna take a few pics and send them to the flock of groupies. I slowly stroll out of the shower, quickly patting patting my upper body dry and throwing it over my shoulders to protect from any cold drafts. My big dick swings back and forth, slapping each of my thighs with each step.  I stare down at it watching it flex and swell up even bigger with each meaty thwack!

Suddenly, as I turn the corner to the lockers, I see that Im not alone. I snatch my towel down to cover myself, but I fumble the attempt, leaving myself exposed for a bit longer than intended. His eyes are glued to my crotch as if they belonged there.

I recognize him. We werent friends, but we had a few classes together and I've seen him around. He stands there in shock, and finally snatches his eyes away from my hard, chiseled body. I feel something in the air... or maybe something in my veins - a tension. Electricity. Passion.

I peel back my towel and let him see my penis hardening, flexing and rising like it was demanding a sacrifice. He immediately turns red and stiff. His eyes remain locked on my cock although his body seems to try to pull him away, tugging him in any direction but towards me. His eyes finally look up into mine and his tongue rolls around in his mouth and he swallows. The glare of embarrassment in his eyes tells me that this wasn't some suggestion to what happens next, but subconsciously, he was begging for it.

I hold his gaze as I step over to the bench and sit on my towel. My cock sits up in my lap like a beacon - it just simply could not be ignored. I spread my legs properly and show him my big, heavy, brown balls. I then carefully grab my shaft with just the tips of my fingers and peel my foreskin away from my candy-pink tip so he can watch it flare-up in the open air. A bead of precum rolls down the tip and rappells down to the floor on a single string of it's own fluid.

The whole display was like being at a fancy dinner: walking in, seeing and smelling all the food, being shown to your seat, having your meal unveiled in front of you and even having the staff top it off with some fancy cheese until you say "when." Standing there trembling with anxiousness, he was undeniably starving.

He carefully and quietly drops his bag. Just as he's about to take a step forward, he hesitates and looks around the locker room. Truth be told, we were both down here because we knew no one else would be. As he creeps forward with his eyes already devouring my cock, his stature melts. He crawls his last few feet to me on his hands and knees with his back bowed downward and that sexy little bubble butt tooted up in the back. I slowly push my hips forward and wag my dick back and forth, beckoning him to come and get me. He smiles, but then tries to hide it behind his hand. I smile too through a pinched bottom lip.

His gaze is soft and romantic as he brings his face just inches from my cock. He's soaking in it's heat like a sunflower turning to face the sun. His lips quiver and his jaw loosens. His tongue rolls out of his mouth and he plants it on the very base of my cock - as low as he could get it - then he slowly drags it all the way up to the very tip of my penis with the kind of unabashed, wide open mouth you'd see in a porno.

Im audibly overcome with shock and my leg begins to shake. He moans softly as he pulls his tongue back into his mouth, smacks his lips and does it all over again, nice and slow. Each lick wetter and firmer than the last. The boy was an absolute cannibal with the way he savored the taste of my cock. I could barely watch him. Sure, it FELT good but looking at him do it was the most unnervingly exhilarating display of sexuality that I have ever seen. No woman had EVER been so... raw.

He licked me nearly a dozen times before he let me feel anything more and by the end of it, I was harder than I had ever been in my entire life. He then went down to my balls, dangling beneathe my now glistening penis and worshipped them too. He toyed with them with his flickering tongue, roasted them in his warm mouth as he sucked them and bathed them in saliva, then popped them out of his mouth just to watch them swing. I was at his mercy and I loved every second of it. All the while, more and more precum oozed down my beefy, upright cock. He just let me soak in it until my dick was perfectly glazed over.

Finally he slid his hips up underneathe him and sat at my feet on top of his folded legs. He wrapped one hand around back of my balls as he raised up onto his knees and slid his mouth down around my dick for the first time. Resting back on the floor, he purred as he lovingly bobbed his head back and forth.

He's in no rush - he's been waiting for this audition. The last thing he wants is to end up being sent on his way without leaving a lasting impression of all he can provide. He wants me to think about him the next time I ask some bimbo to blow me in my car after a game. Moreover, even if he never gets this chance again, he wants to engrave the long-awaited thrill and intimacy of satisfying the man he desires into his psyche - the honor of being chosen, the feeling of my robust manhood in his hands and mouth, the responsibility of being pleasurable, and lastly, the taste and smell of my musky cum. It might be his first time, but he is determined to prove that he could drain my balls into his mouth like he always dreamed he would. He knows you have to be diligent and patient for that.

He imbues the moment with soft, feminine whines every so often. It's like I can tell what he's thinking with each coo. "Thank you," "you're delicious," "it's so big," "enjoy," "I'm yours," "I'll take care of you," "I've wanted you for so long."

I sit and rub my fingers through his hair, the first kind touch he's known from me. I love to watch him work. He usually keeps his eyes closed but every now and then they open and he gazes up at me. As he blushes, I can sense his overwhelming love - his boundless will to serve and please. There is nothing bold about him other than his undeniable skill with a cock in his mouth... and I love that about him. He's not like everyone else who are all trying to compete for dominance or attention. He's a smooth undercurrent listing beneathe the thrashing surface of highschool bullshit and drama. He's the calm in the eye of the storm.

Now that I've been sucked into his realm, I see him clearly - he only wishes to serve.

I dont even warn him to get ready to swallow. I know he doesnt care. He just wants it. My fingers tighten to his scalp and I pull him in a bit further down my shaft. My cock swells as I blow my thick, salty gunk in his throat. When the first few shots hits the back of his throat, his eyes roll to the back of his head as his shoulders jump up around his neck. I hold him there and let him choke like every bitch that came before him. He is grateful for such a rite of passage. He recovers, lapping at the head of my penis to break each shot into his mouth as my cum seeps out over his bottom lip. I dont care how he manages it, as long as he takes it. He inhales sharply, slurping my cum back into his mouth.

"Good boy," I grunt as I ease my grip on him. "Swallow it."

His lips tighten around my dick as he gulps the flood down. Tears run down his cheeks and his breathing is ragged, but he doesnt let go. He continues to pleasure me through my orgasm, gradually going slower until Im done with him. My thick dick is sucked clean and mostly dry as he pops it out of his mouth and covers my penis and balls with kisses. Once my swelling has gone down, he sits up straight, keeping his head tilted down to the tiled floor and politely covers his mouth as he licks his lips and cleans the inside of his mouth with his tongue. He looks up shyly and squeaks out a soft "th-thank you." He slowly rises from his knees, and I cant help but look at his crotch. Even wearing jeans, I can tell his cock is as hard as a hammer.

He goes back to the corner, grabs his backpaack and straps himself in. He stalls as he arranges himself, eyes cast to the floor as he stews in his own head. Then, he hands me a folded slip of paper.

"Whatever you want... if you want," he whispers, only narrowly glancing in my eyes.

I silently take it, knowing it was his phone number. He turns and slips out of the back door.